Cartwheeling Poems | Examples

On the moors 11-04-25

There was a great incline of stone, weathered
amongst the sparsely green valley
whose feet lay at the door of a thatched cottage
and whose head I was treading over now.
A fair stream, no wider than a meter,
had had its pulse dried up by the sun
leaving moss strewn on florid rocky deposits,
ran down the length of the valley
transforming eventually into a river that 
sent the local watermills cartwheeling
like ecstatic gymnasts.
In one stride I was over,
hopping onto a small ledge 
and (rather regrettably) crushing its treasured plant
underfoot.
Springing upwards, I skirted the boundary of the valley
rising doggedly above the craggy edge 
and there, waiting in all its recklessness
was the wind.

IT s THE LITTLE THINGS LIKE TIM TAMS

it’s the little things like tim tams.
having gotten my attention, the box
hops into my shopping cart, but not
before I cartwheel and squeal, certain
that one of the poets has nurtured
my senses with an Australian accent.

i’m handing them out, like pamphlets,
according to the number in the family.
of course, they’re crunchy and cold.
my husband, straight away, placed
the box in the fridge. U.S.A. all the way.

my neighbor came over for coffee.
before she left, i handed her three treats.
she gasped, herself a published author,
she had just gleamed in a current read
of munchable tim tams…indeed! of course.

to treat my bible study group friends,
i will have to grab another, unopened box,
hand them out for free. the delightful share
the Word and Aussie-awesome treats,
alongside hot water and teabags. cartwheeling…

The Sigh

It started with dry leaves 
pirouetting around
the yard on the back
of a skittish breeze, 
the magnolia rubbing  
against the fence
as if scratching an itch,
a few raindrops teasing
a thirst. Then,
distant thunder. 

The sound seemed to cue 
a tightening in the core,
an instinctive brace against
what was to come. Soon,
a sudden flash… 
followed by a loud crack
and a shudder sent rolling
through the guts of every
living thing.

Wind clawed at seams,
unpicking the afternoon
to fling leaf, branch
and limb into tumbling air,
cartwheeling chairs across
the lawn. Hailstones tore 
the fragile into bite size bits, 
beheading blooms before
suddenly stopping
and crusting the ground
in a white shroud
of innocence.

It was over. An unusual quiet
let soft sounds soothe
the air - trickling water, 
the tap of weighted leaves 
shedding raindrops,
murmurings of ice melt.
I felt an easing
as if an anger within me
had been released
leaving only a sigh.

No More Cartwheeling

When I woke up this morning, I had a good feeling
For fear of broken bones I refrained from cartwheeling
Instead I uttered a tiny yee haw
And a very tiny happy guffaw
At eighty-six years old, it takes longer, the healing<>

Two Sides

joyful
                                  enthusiastic, childlike
                            twirling, cartwheeling, playing
                     delight, cheerleader, grump, complainer
                             stewing, pouting, frowning
                                  downtrodden cynical
                                          depressed

My Little Garden

I wander the garden path that winds
among the colorful crepe myrtle trees
Its lined with ferns, hostas and flowering
coralbells eagerly sought by honey bees

Hidden within the lush greenery and rocks
lies a tiny fairy village thats filled with delight
Within, it has it's own little pathway and
cartwheeling fairies that are such a sight

The sun drenched beds of lilies are filled
with all the different colors of the rainbow
Swaying in the warm breeze while reaching
for the sun they are putting on quite a show

The peacefulness here in my little garden
washes away all the cares of the day
A place where it's very sights and sounds
help me hear all that my Creator has to say

mkt
2020

Through the Sky

A
Bird
Cartwheeling
Diligently,
Ever
Frightfully 
Gaining
Height
In
Jumbled 
Knightly 
Loops,
Moaning
Never
Once,
Perhaps 
Queenly 
Reigned
Sky
Took
Unnecessary 
Vices
Wherever 
Xiang
Yankee
Zaps.

06/09/2020

Menagerie of Animals

Slaphappy monkeys swinging from trees to trees
Cartwheeling giraffes heads nodding in the breeze
Burly sea lions chasing sperm whales in the seas
A menagerie of animals dancing as they please

Bushmen collecting emporium honey bees,
Whistling cardinals chasing pretty chickadees,
Creatures playing pinnacle, cards upon their knees
Greedy gorillas wondering if their life’s carefree.

Lupus

Oh, the ignominy of being a skeptic!
My friends abandoned me in their typical fashion:
A mocking wave of the brow, and a pitiless grimace.


A shadow lumbers across the hall of time.
The light at the end of the tunnel
is Death by his lampost, his cold scythe in hand.
We pounce at the day like a lion,
only for it to slip out of our prying arms,
leaving nothing but thumbtacks in our skin,
But the cruelness beyond us is the least of our crisis.
We are flailing, tumbling, gliding and cartwheeling like a plastic bag
to an inner, unintentional suicide.

Waving Wars Weary Wearing Wraps Partridges

A fat grassland is neither a wasteland nor a heather mountain. It is wise to twirl a large ink dotted feather flock to the sky uniformed but not adhering to dress codes of societal norm. When norms are very nautical nowadays and can disappear and disparate under a cotton candy dream boat on a cruise to the sands. It is nevertheless an unforgettable view constructed by fashioning cheese on one slice of bread. This will surely ensure that bean is comfortable. But bringing banging blackness is not wise in front of a large herd of officialdom as curriculum based language leaving is a learning leaning laugh. And now it is time mr lobster face to vacate these premises. For there are no vacancies for tide is not moving and there is now no waves. Due to incorrect malnutrition placed by curtailing cartwheeling faces that drawl out words akin to a squeaky rifle that is being polished to a tune. No ha ha no x and no z either. That was the p y q reporting from an earwig tantrum zone with lots of earwigs dressed in attire more suited to a war. Bmnbmnbmn. |

Correctional Distillation

Millipede. Multitude. Millionaire damson. When elevation is caused by an unauthorized z code a b could be an m an an m could be a t or an a so please do not throw coats into the weirs. Especially in snow or sun. As yet a vehicular version of a pavement has yet to be classed as a g curve. But planting playing piccolos but a clock timed cluck is as useful as a cartwheeling crab on an ice skating rink. Haha sail nor sink. Division divulges data derisive design. And the smiley smiley cat. Purring. Plentiful. Pleasurable. Xxxx bouncing bopping booming bacon.. And division is neither a derision nor a diluge. Hahahaha and a cake. Hahahaha and a friendly reminder off a pickled caper. A quiff is a quaff in a quantitive quagmire. A tangerine now on a trampoline. Wow. Bounce. Bouncy. Vern Vorster virtue. Xxxxx molecules of molluscs are mandatory minions. And a mandatory man is not a male nor a tan. Ridding riding radio. Xxxx hahahaha and a dolphin donut arch. But no treacle. Just tape. Hahahaha and feel good a fragment. Xxxxx z z z and a p y q and obviously its time and date and correspondences and correctional xxxxxx distillation z

Pleasurable

Millipede. Multitude. Millionaire damson. When elevation is caused by an unauthorized z code a b could be an m an an m could be a t or an a so please do not throw coats into the weirs. Especially in snow or sun. As yet a vehicular version of a pavement has yet to be classed as a g curve. But planting playing piccolos but a clock timed cluck is as useful as a cartwheeling crab on an ice skating rink. Haha sail nor sink. Division divulges data derisive design. And the smiley smiley cat. Purring. Plentiful. Pleasurable. Xxxx

Marble Architecture

One times a cuckoo nest equals a wooden frame. When one cartwheeling dust moth seeks to alight the flame. Several severed heads are dangling in the wind. Whilst the wheels of an anarchy spread corrosive and cohesive powers to right wrongs and to place several limbs in a tree is to insert multitude magnets. So canter then. Trot then. And mingled manger manicuring. Xxxxx Marlborough z

Cartwheeling Through Time

it is a  straight   path   that   time  unwinds
 yet   we   create  the  endless   cycle  of  days 
 where  does the unwinding  end 
 where   do   we   stop  the  wheel 
 for  are  we  not  trapped   endlessly 
 in  the  cartwheel  of  time 
 going   round   and   round   within 
 but   moving   ahead   without 
 always 
 everytime

~30 Jul 2016~

Female Parts

Female parts can be so appealing
The mere sight of 'em tends to send me reeling
I pant and I drool
As I enter her vestibule
All hell breaks loose and I start cartwheeling

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